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In a sunny forest clearing, Prince Dassael tightens his small cape beside a picnic basket of apples and rolled blankets, while Prince Abraham claps happily; golden noon light filters through swaying green trees and distant smoke curls overhead.
King Mario and Queen Abigail disappeared. "We'll rescue them," said Dassael. Abraham clapped, "Brave!" They packed apples and blankets. Capes fluttered through sunny trees. Smoke curled across the sky.
Inside a dim, orange-glowing tunnel, Prince Dassael stands calmly with hands raised holding a flashlight while Prince Abraham holds up a wooden whistle; the big red dragon crouches opposite, nostrils flaring and eyes blinking curiously amid drifting steam.
A warm tunnel rumbled ahead. "Hello, dragon?" Dassael called gently. A big red dragon sniffed. Abraham waved the wooden whistle. Tweet-tweet echoed like bird songs. The dragon blinked, surprisingly calm.
In a shadowy cavern chamber lit by faint lava reflections, Prince Abraham shouts toward a heavy stone door while King mario and Queen Abigail peer nervously from behind warm reddish rocks.
"King Mario! Queen Abigail!" called Dassael. They waited safe behind warm rocks. "The door jammed," Mario exclaimed. Prince Abraham excited to see the queen and king say “ me try” Prince Abraham kicked the door wide open.
At the cave doorway, Prince Dassael waves at the red dragon as he flies away ; orange sparks illuminate the rock walls in soft evening glow.
Dassael whistled; the dragon puffed gently. The door loosened with warm air. Mario and Abigail stepped out smiling. "Thank you, princes," said Mario. "Friends now," Abraham giggled.
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